Jack tried to swallow back the puke that wanted to lurch out of his stomach. His ribcage felt busted in but it was nothing compared to the white hot pain of his feet. He wanted to sob with the pain of it but it hurt too much to do even that. He lay still with his mouth hanging open, letting tears track silently down his face.
After a moment he noticed Pilot was bleeding on him. The sticky red blood oozed from his friend's cut mouth as he leaned in close to his ear. He was saying something to him. The words flowed over him making near to no sense. Pilot's voice was comforting and it took a bit of focus to finally understand him.
"I'm sorry Jack. I'm so sorry." His fingers continued to graze Jack's cheek in an unconscious repetitive motion. Jack hadn't noticed it before, all the pain blanketing everything out. It was nice. It was a good focus point. Soft fingers against his face, Pilot sorry for being a dick. Sirens in the distance, help was on the way. Good drugs. He hoped they gave him good fuckin' drugs.
Jack closed his eyes and slipped into darkness and something that may have been dreaming.
He feels dull fingers bluntly combing through his hair and a sticky lips sliding across his eyelids. The mouth shivers against his wet skin and slightly puckers, as if to kiss away his tears.